[00:00.000] 作词 : Mark Sandman
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Mark Sandman
[00:22.362]You're the night, Lilah, a little girl lost in the woods
[00:33.270]You're a folktale, the unexplainable
[00:43.477]You're a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed
[00:53.749]And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can't make it on my own
[01:04.367]I can't make it on my own
[01:17.528]It's too dark to see the landmarks, and I don't want your good luck charms
[01:27.788]I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
[01:38.422]You're the night, Lilah, you're everything that we can't see
[01:49.677]Lilah, you're the possibility
[01:59.549]You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed
[02:09.788]And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can't make it on my own
[02:20.366]I can't make it on my own
[03:14.893]Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I never heard before
[03:20.582]Off the map where the wild things grow, another world outside my door
[03:25.937]Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black road
[03:30.999]Lilah, you're my only home and I can't make it on my own
[03:36.874]You're a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed
[03:47.106]And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can't make it on my own
[03:57.970]I can't make it on my own
[04:10.463]You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams
[04:13.722]At the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball
[04:18.540]The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow drifts so realistic
[04:23.396]So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see there is something in the yard
[04:29.886]It's awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm
[04:35.118]The prayer, the extra layer, the group

作词 : Mark Sandman
作曲 : Mark Sandman
You're the night, Lilah, a little girl lost in the woods
You're a folktale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own
It's too dark to see the landmarks, and I don't want your good luck charms
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, you're everything that we can't see
Lilah, you're the possibility
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own
Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow, another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black road
Lilah, you're my only home and I can't make it on my own
You're a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams
At the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball
The battle of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow drifts so realistic
So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see there is something in the yard
It's awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm
The prayer, the extra layer, the group